I have written here and elsewhere, about the fact that
my wife likes exposing herself to me, and occasionally
to others. This took place one night, which started off
as a normal Saturday night in a pub, in the town where
we lived at the time, which was within easy walking
distance of our home.

The pub we were in was one of a well known chain of
Irish pubs. We always liked the atmosphere there, and
used it quite frequently.

This evening was the same as usual, until a youngster
who was playing a fruit machine close by, engaged my
wife and myself in conversation whilst placing his pint
glass on our table to enable him to play the machine
with both hands.

The youngster introduced himself as Keith; we told him
our names, and chatted away together whilst he played.

He seemed really wound-up; this it turned out being
because he'd won the lottery that day. The win was only
a few hundred pounds, but I suppose, like most people,
he was thrilled to have won something!

The conversation spread to loads of other topics, during
which my wife asked him if he was courting? He was a bit
embarrassed by this and said that he wasn't. It later
came out that he was embarrassed because he actually had
never had a girlfriend, and therefore was still a
virgin. As he was 17, this surprised my wife and myself
slightly, and as the topic went on a bit he seemed more
and more embarrassed.

My wife assured him that a good looking young man like
himself wouldn't have a problem for very long finding a
girlfriend. He seemed placated somewhat by her
reassurance, and blushed a lot as the topic continued.

When he went to the bar for another drink, I suggested
to my wife that she show him a little more than the
amount of leg that she was showing up to then. She told
me to shut up, that as Keith was so shy, he might not
like looking up her skirt. I told her, " Don't be so
fucking soft, when he sees up your skirt he'll probably
come in his pants."

She then said " Do you think so? I don't want to corrupt
anyone." I told her I disagreed , and that it would be
the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him;
and to try it out to see how he reacted.

She wasn't sure at first, but I kept on at her by saying
" When is the last time you saw a 17 yr old cock? Be
honest you'd be at least as excited as him if you saw
you'd made him go hard." I kept on in the same vein,
describing what his cock would probably be like, how
hard it would be, how excited she would be making him,
and even more, what if she would be the one to enable
him to "lose his cherry".

She said, "Oh I couldn't do that! He's too young!"

I replied, "He's 17 for God's sake! We'd both lost ours
before then. Think of it; a 17 yr old rampant cock
entering your pussy. He'd try and shag your arse off !"

Even though she was resisting the idea, I think I know
her better than she's willing to admit. She thought a
while, smiled, and said "Really? You think we should?"

"Fucking right!" Was my only comment.

We were sitting in a booth, which was blocked from
anyone seeing into it by the fruit machine Keith had
been playing; so before he returned, my wife undid the
lower buttons on her button-through dress, allowing a
nice view up her legs and just showing the lower edge of
her panties. She also undid a few of the upper buttons,
leaving a lovely cleavage exposed.

Keith came back from the bar, and visibly gulped when he
saw my wife. His eyes were popping out of his head as he
took in the view presented to him. He took a big swig of
his drink and had to force his eyes away when my wife
asked him "Everything all right Keith?"

He spluttered a bit and replied "Fine; excellent
actually." The truth of his reply was immediately borne
out by the fact that he had an obvious erection pressing
against the front of his trousers.

He now couldn't take his eyes away from my wife's
bulging cleavage and view of her semi see through
panties. My wife now was in her own kind of heaven; a
youngster obviously excited, looking at her enjoying
herself in turn, exposing herself to him in a public
place( an obvious turn on), but unseen by anyone else.

She now began to relish the situation and kept up the
dialogue she'd been having with Keith previously,
praising his looks and telling him how easy it would be
for him to lose his virginity, with the right person(
hint, hint).

While she was talking like this she was gently moving
her fingers over her right breast, her fingers stroking
up and down her cleavage, gently coaxing her dress wider
and wider open at the top, until her nipple was nearly
exposed. At the same time she had opened her legs wider
so that her pants were in plain view of Keith. All this
time she was also openly studying the erection directly
in front of her, licking her lips as she was talking.

I found this situation really horny. Two people so
turned on, in public, with no one around them aware. I
was sitting by the side of my wife, rubbing the length
of my penis through my jeans, enjoying every moment.

Keith had now placed one hand in his pocket to hide his
erection. My wife told him "Don't hide that, I was
enjoying looking at your cock, it looks nice and hard,
and long." He was a bit confused now, I think. He was
embarrassed by the fact that my wife could see his
erection, but then presumably pleased by her telling him
that she was enjoying the sight.

He slowly removed his hand from his pocket, enabling the
view of his bulging trousers once more. My wife then
asked him to move a little closer to her, and when he
did so, reached out and gently squeezed his throbbing
cock through his trousers, and ran her nails down its
length, visibly impressed by its hardness.

She said "Your cock feels lovely, but it must be awfully
constricted in there. Why don't you go to the loo and
remove your underpants to give it more room. You can
hide it on the way back with your hand in your pocket."

He looked shocked at the suggestion, and reluctant , but
she pushed him gently away, saying "Go on, do it, I want
to feel it better." He turned and went off to do her
bidding, hands tightly in his pockets in case anyone
should see.

My wife and I talked about what had taken place so far,
and she asked me "Well, what do you think? Go for it?"

" Absolutely, look at him, he's wound up like a spring."

A few moments later Keith returned, hands firmly in his
pockets, only removing one when he took a large swallow
of his drink as he stood in front of my wife. When he
once again was greeted by my wife's overflowing tits,
and full view of the front of her panties, he took his
other hand out of his pocket to reveal a lovely long
erection pressing firmly against his thin summer
trousers.

My wife licked her lips in anticipation, I think, and
reached out to Keith to bring him nearer, where she
could then rub slowly up and down his cock through his
trousers, whilst complimenting him on the size and
hardness of his erection.

Keith must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
Standing in a pub; people all around; someone who he'd
never met before in his life, wanking him through his
trousers. Bliss.

My wife then gave him what must have been the biggest
shock in his life. She looked him in the eye and slowly
pulled down his zip, allowing his cock to immediately
spring free. I think he almost died. He gave a frantic
look around, but we were in an almost unbelievable
position, where nothing could be seen by anyone else.

My wife wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft and
wanked him slowly, telling him what a lovely cock he
had, and that she'd love him to fuck her.

"Would you like that Keith? Would you like to fuck me?"

There was no time for an answer. His eyes went back in
his head and he started to come. My wife had sensed it
coming, and kept pulling his cock, but leaned it towards
the side panel of our booth, where he came in a really
huge torrent. Spurt after spurt; a fountain of spunk
splashing against the side wall in a great stream. He
almost collapsed, his knees were obviously weak with
excitement.

Another shock was to follow for him when my wife put her
mouth over his knob end and sucked him dry; licking any
remnants of spunk from him, then complimenting him on
his lovely eruption.

She gave his cock a last slow pull, then gently folded
it back into his trousers, zipping him up, and saying,
"Time for a drink I think."

I took the hint this time and went to the bar to get
drinks for us all. When I got back, Keith was sitting in
my place next to my wife, a huge grin on his face. My
wife asked me if I would mind remaining standing in the
same spot Keith had previously stood. I had a good idea
of what was to follow, so agreed readily, trying to make
sure that I totally blocked the view of the sitting
couple from anyone behind me.

When she then felt reassured of privacy, she asked Keith
if he would like to feel her tits, and not waiting for
an answer, placed his hand up to her cleavage and
encouraged him to open the rest of the buttons at the
top of her dress, enabling him complete access to both
her tits.

At first Keith was slightly panic stricken. With what
had already taken place just about blowing his mind, he
kept looking around, I think not believing what was
happening, also not believing his luck. It must have
seemed like all his Christmases happening at once. From
never having had a girlfriend, to being wanked-off in
public by a stranger, to having his hands on a gorgeous
pair of tits, again in public, being coaxed all the time
by my wife in the way he should move his hand, slowly
caressing her breasts to their mutual satisfaction.

She talked to him all the time he was squeezing her
breast; complimenting him on his actions; suggesting
when he should gently roll her nipple between his
fingers; all of this having an obvious effect on my
wife, her breathing becoming heavier, an occasional gasp
of pleasure escaping her lips.

After a while of this, my wife said to him "Put your
hand down between my legs and feel my pussy." He was
beside himself now. This was all new ground to him. He
lowered his hand and gently placed it on the front of
her pants, where she immediately started up a running
commentary on what he was doing, what she wanted him to
do, and what effect it was having on her. "Rub your hand
gently up and down the front of my pants. Feel how wet
you've made me? You've done that to me; you've made my
cunt soaking wet. Rub harder. You've made me soaking
wet. It feels lovely. Does it feel nice to you?"

Keith could only nod his head. He seemed to be struck
dumb. All the while he was rubbing my wife's pussy, she
had managed to slip her hand under his and was squeezing
his erection through his trousers. He hadn't lost his
erection from earlier, a sign of his youth and also his
enjoyment.

In a way I was jealous of him. I was wishing that I'd
had someone introduce me to the world of sex in such a
fabulous manner as he was now experiencing. An older,
totally experienced woman with no inhibitions, leading
him forward, showing and telling him exactly what to do
to give both of them maximum enjoyment. Lucky Keith!

My wife now had soaking wet panties, which she decided
had served their purpose long enough. She lifted her
bottom up and slid them off, enabling Keith his first
touch of a woman's soaking wet pussy. She slumped down
on the seat, and described every motion for Keith to
follow.

She whispered for him to run one, then two fingers up
and down the centre of her pussy, spreading the wetness
all around her outer lips, then slowly put his finger
inside her, describing to him what it felt like for her,
encouraging him on and on until he was fingering her
with abandonment, with two fingers plunging in and out
of her soaking wet cunt. At the same time she was
squeezing both her nipples, and then proceeded to have
an orgasm, whilst imploring Keith not to stop fingering
her.

The action of her coming was amazing Keith. He'd never
seen or experienced such a thing and was entranced by
the effect it had on my wife. Her head was lolling back
on her seat, her tits fully out in the open, as was her
cunt, soaking wet and quivering to Keith's touch. What a
sight!

I think if Keith had his own way he would have tried to
fuck my wife right there on the spot. She in turn just
looked at him and said, "You've got to fuck me now. Do
you want to come home with us?"

Keith eagerly replied, "Yes please!"

In one way I was feeling slightly neglected; after all,
I was the only one so far who hadn't had an orgasm. I
wasn't too bothered by this as I knew there was plenty
of time for that, plus the fact that I had really
enjoyed my wife showing Keith how to please her with his
fingers, and showing him the guilty pleasure to be had
from being wanked-off in a public place. I was observing
someone receiving an education in sex so to speak. We
decided to continue the action at home, and after my
wife tidying up her clothing, left the pub.

After buying a bottle of vodka and some tonic water at a
late night express supermarket at the end of the street,
we commenced the walk homewards. This in itself was
highly enjoyable. We regularly used this route home; it
consisted of a section of underpass, connected to two
narrow lanes, overgrown with trees and large bushes, lit
from above by street lights, but with some sections of
lights not working. It was more or less the norm for my
wife and myself to partially undress her, and sometimes
me also, whilst walking home, and indulge in mutual
exhibitionism and masturbation.

Tonight was no exception to this, except that it was my
wife and a stranger doing the same thing; opening each
other's clothing whilst walking, and caressing and
wanking each other, occasionally stopping to enable one
or the other of them to have a better feel of the other.
This was lovely to watch, and didn't prevent me from
joining Keith in squeezing my wife's tits or behind
whist walking beside her, and allowing my fingers to
reach between my wife's legs from behind to stroke her
drenched pussy.

I had also released my now rigid cock from my trousers
and at one time, my wife had a cock in both hands,
slowly pulling them as we walked. She was really
enjoying the walk home; her dress was totally open and
pulled back from her shoulders, just prevented from
falling to the floor by her arms. Keith and myself were
feeling her body all over, more often than not with four
hands squeezing, caressing, or fingering her at the same
time. Her cunt juices were running freely down her legs,
her nipples were outstanding in the slight draught
caused by walking, and she must have had three or four
orgasms in transit.

All this time she was talking to Keith, asking how
different things felt, making suggestions as to what he
should do next, and telling him how much she was
enjoying what was happening to her. All part of his
tuition I guess.

No one passed us in either direction whilst walking, and
my wife didn't need to cover up until we reached our
street, which only took about twenty minutes or so. She
pulled her dress together, Keith and I put our cocks
away and we walked along the street up to our house. We
entered, and went into the living room, put on the gas
fire and made ourselves comfortable whilst I made us all
a drink.

Keith was much more comfortable with things now, and
didn't seem nervous at all. The three of us sat on the
settee, with my wife in the middle, and it didn't take
long before we all three were again touching each other
, with me leaving most of the action as it were to the
other two. This was after all primarily Keith's night,
intended to culminate in him losing his virginity, and
gaining as much experience as possible at the same time.

Within about ten to fifteen minutes my wife had removed
all of her and Keith's clothes, and they were both all
over each other, she asking him to play with her tits at
first, then finger her pussy again, before moving down
the settee enough to enable her to put Keith's cock into
her mouth, then licking it along its length, and sucking
it until he came again, during which she made sure that
none of his sperm escaped her mouth as she wanted to
show him how it could be done by someone who enjoyed
doing so.

This was a wonderful sight to behold. A young man,
totally inexperienced, now having the time of his life
with an experienced older woman. He had a really long,
slender but totally rigid cock, and I think this was the
most he'd ever used it in one evening; the other
occasions being masturbation sessions.

My wife now told him that she thought it was time to go
upstairs and get really comfortable, before leading him
by the hand up the stairs while I made us some more
drinks.

The three of us reclined on the bed, sampling the drinks
I'd made, and each other at the same time. My wife lay
between Keith and myself and was stroked, caressed,
licked, sucked and fingered by us both to her obvious
delight. Her pussy was drenched in her juices, her
nipples engorged, her whole body almost throbbing in
delight.

Keith, having already come twice, was showing no signs
of flagging. His cock was still rock hard, being stroked
gently by my wife in between his movements around the
bed, whilst he was squeezing, fingering or licking
various parts of my wife's body. He particularly liked
it when my wife coaxed him into licking her pussy. He
had never experienced this delight, and took to it like
a duck to water.

I swear I thought he was never going to come up for air.
He licked and fingered her at the same time, just as she
was describing to him how to please her best. When she
came explosively over his face, he looked as if he'd
just been awarded a prize for pussy licking, a smile of
pride lighting up his face.

After my wife had caught her breath for a moment, she
told him, "I want you to fuck me now," and coaxed him to
lie over her and guided his cock with one hand until I
could see him pressing forward and pushing his cock into
her wet cunt. His face was a picture, he was
experiencing something that I would struggle to
remember. The feeling of your cock slipping into a
soaking wet pussy for the very first time.

My wife told him, "You can fuck me as fast as you like
now. It's your first time. Go for it. Don't worry, you
won't hurt me. You have all night to take your time. For
now, just fuck me; hard and fast."

This he did, to say the least. He plunged into her
vigorously, ramming his cock in as hard and fast as he
could. My wife tried to keep him from withdrawing too
far in case he hurt himself, but otherwise lay back and
let this inexperienced seventeen year old fuck her for
all his worth. As he had already come twice, he wasn't
going to come immediately, so he went on at breakneck
speed for some minutes, my wife clinging on to him, in
obvious bliss, until he threw back his head and had an
obvious orgasm, making quite a noise, I must say.

After he and my wife had calmed down a bit, she stroking
his shoulder and kissing his neck and mouth, whilst
reassuring him that everything was fine, asking him did
he enjoy, and being assured by him that yes, everything
was fantastic.

The rest of the night passed as a tutorial of
lovemaking, with my wife and Keith fucking again at a
much slower pace, she telling him how to give her
maximum enjoyment, when and where to touch and caress
her.

At other times I took my rightful place inside my wife's
pussy, fucking her in our usual manner, albeit with more
excitement because of our visitor, who at times had his
still hard cock in my wife's mouth, she sucking and
licking him whist being fucked by me.

***

The night passed, and dawn found the three of us
sleeping, entwined with each other, tired out. Even
Keith, who had come at least six or seven times in all
throughout the evening.

When we had all woken up, much later in the day, I left
my wife and Keith to have a last sex session, while I
went to make something for us all to eat. They came
downstairs a while later, both beaming, especially Keith
who wanted to thank us both for the previous evening. We
told him that there was no need for thanks, as we had
all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, with no harm done to
anyone.

When the time came for Keith to leave, we said that we'd
no doubt see him down town at some point, and that maybe
we'd repeat the evening again sometime; although we told
him that we didn't think that he would be needing us for
very long as we were confident he would now rightly be
more confident in his dealing with girls.

From then on, we would occasionally see Keith in one or
other pubs in town, and once did repeat the evening's
entertainment to our collective pleasure. We then saw
Keith at different times with various young girls, arm
in arm, or smooching in corners, or similar, which
assured us that he had gotten over his personal
obstacles. Keith in turn would occasionally buy us the
odd drink, introduce us to his latest flame as his old
friends, or sometimes just give us a wink as he left
with someone. We enjoyed the fact that we seemed to have
helped him in some way become more confident, and were
sure that he would go on to enjoy a fabulous sex life of
his own.

This occasion was one that my wife and I will never
forget, and will always look back on with a smile.

END

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